Think of Me?
Do you ever think of me?
Think of the things we did, we had, we shared?
Think of how my touch electrified you?

Remember how our bodies entwined?
Remember the scents that permeated our nostrils and filled the room or the car or the hallway?
Remember the animal pull we had to one another that was only sated by our mating?

I think of you
Your touch, your fingernails on my skin, your scent penetrating my lizard brain, your taste of the sea and the forest
How when we made love the world disappeared for those few stolen moments
I remember
Sliding inside slowly to enjoy every exquisite fold and crevice
Your passion matching mine as we leapt, together, into an abyss of bliss.